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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.