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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.