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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Nico,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.