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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.