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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.