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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
the Association,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.