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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
the Association,
Roxette,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.