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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.