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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Smog,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.