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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.