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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.