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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
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.