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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.