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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Television,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.