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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Index,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.