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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.