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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.