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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's 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?
Motorama,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Anakelly,
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.