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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.