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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.