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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.