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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.