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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.