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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.