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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Names to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.