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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.