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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Cluster,
MDC,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.