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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.