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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
PIL,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.