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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.