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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus 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?
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.