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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.