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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
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.