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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.