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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
John Cale,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.