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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
The Doors,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.