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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.