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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.