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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Suicide,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.