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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.