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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.