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 China and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.