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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.