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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.