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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Spokane and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.