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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.