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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.