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 Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Excepter,
Jandek,
CMW,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.