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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Index,
Motorama,
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.