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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.