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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Real Kids 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 a linndrum and an organ 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.