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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.