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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.