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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
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.