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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.