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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
The Move,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.