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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.