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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Residents to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
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.