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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.