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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.