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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.