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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
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,
Simply Red,
DNA,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.