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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.