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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.