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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Oneida,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Index,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.