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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.