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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.