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 France and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
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,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.