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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.