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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.