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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.