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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Real Kids to the disco 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
AZ,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.