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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Gong,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.