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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.