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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 a rhodes and a marimba 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.