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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.