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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Swans,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.