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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.