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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.