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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Gong,
Index,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.