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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
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,
Suicide,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.