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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.