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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.