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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Smog,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.