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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.