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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Scion,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.