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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selecter to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
X-101,
Visage,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.