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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.