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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
UT,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.