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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.