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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.