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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Last Poets to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.