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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.