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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.