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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Gong,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.