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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.