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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.