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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.