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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.