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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.