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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 linndrum and a 808 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.