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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
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,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.