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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.