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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.