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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.