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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.