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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Franke,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.