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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.