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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Q65,
UT,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.