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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.