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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.