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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.