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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.