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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moon to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
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,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.