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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.