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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.