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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.