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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.