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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.