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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.