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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
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,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.