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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.