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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.