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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
The Index,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.