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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.