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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.