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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.