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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.