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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.