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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.