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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a snare 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.