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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.