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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.