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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
cv313,
Cluster,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Can,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.