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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.