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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.