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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Can,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.