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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.