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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.