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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.