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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.