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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Japan,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.