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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.