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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
the Normal,
X-101,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.