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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.