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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
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,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.