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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.