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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.