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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
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.