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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
June Days,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.