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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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?
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.