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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.