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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
UT,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.