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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.