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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
The Martian,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.