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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Skarface,
ABBA,
June Days,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Index,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.