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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.