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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.