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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.