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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.