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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
MC5,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.