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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.