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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.