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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.