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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.