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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Wire,
Television,
Scion,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.