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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.