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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mission of Burma 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.