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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.