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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.