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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Magma,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.