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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.