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 Zambia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.