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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Organ,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.