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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.