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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
June Days,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.