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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Urselle,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.