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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.