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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.