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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.