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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
UT,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.