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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Slave to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
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.