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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Wings,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.