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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.