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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.