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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.