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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.