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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Star Department to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.