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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.