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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.