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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Scion to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.