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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
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.