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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.