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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.