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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Roxette,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.