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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.