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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.