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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.