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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.