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 Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Monolake,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.