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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Franke,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.