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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Offenders to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Gong,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.