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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.