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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 a chamberlin and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.