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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 UT to the grime 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.