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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.