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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.