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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Gun Club to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.