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 Palau 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.