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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.