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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.