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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Visage to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.