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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.