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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.