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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Trojans to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Nas,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.