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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.