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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.