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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.