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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.