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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
The Move,
Rekid,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.