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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.