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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
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.