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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 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?
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.