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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
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,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
MC5,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.