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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.