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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.