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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.