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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.