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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.