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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
DNA,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.