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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.