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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.