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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.