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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lyon and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.