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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.