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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
The Index,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.