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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.