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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.