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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 marimba and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.