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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.