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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.