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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.