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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
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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.