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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
CMW,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.