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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.