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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.