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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
PIL,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.