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 Belize and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.