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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.