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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.