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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Gories,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.