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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Television,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.