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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 808 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.