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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.