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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
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.