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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.