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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Last Poets to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.