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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.