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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.