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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.