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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Can,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.