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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
cv313,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.