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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.