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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.