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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.