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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
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Altered Images,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.