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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
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,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.