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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.