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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.