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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine 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.