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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.