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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cluster to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.