Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.