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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.