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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.