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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Technova,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.