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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.