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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.