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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.