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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.