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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oneida 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Skarface,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.