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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.