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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.