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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.