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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.