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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.