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 Liberia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Index,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.