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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.