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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Josef K,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.