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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
X-101,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.