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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the punk 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.