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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.