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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
UT,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.