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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.