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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Wire,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.