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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.