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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.