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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.