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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.