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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.