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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.