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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.