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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.