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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.