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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
MDC,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.