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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.