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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.