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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.