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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.