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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
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,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.