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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
John Holt,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.