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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.