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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Japan,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.