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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Pop Group to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.