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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 DNA to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.