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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Visage,
The Doors,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.