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 Morocco 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.