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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.