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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 EPMD to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.