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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
The Remains,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.