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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
New Order,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.