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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Hashim,
cv313,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.