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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.