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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Dead Boys 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
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,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.