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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.