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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.