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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dead C to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.