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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.