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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.