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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man 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.