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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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?
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.