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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Make Up,
AZ,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.