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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.