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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.