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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.