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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.