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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.