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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Faust,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.