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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Seeds to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.