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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.