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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.