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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.