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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.