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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
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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.