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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.