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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Television,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.