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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Nas,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.