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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
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,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
UT,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.