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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.