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 Italy 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Wings,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.