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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.