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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.