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 Brunei and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
PIL,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.