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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.