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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.