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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.