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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.