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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Motions to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.