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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
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,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Inner City,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.