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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.