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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.