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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.