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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.