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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 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?
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Swans,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.