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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Index,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.