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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.