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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Mars,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.