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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.