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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.