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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.