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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.