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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science 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 rap 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.