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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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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.