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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.