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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
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,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.