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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.