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 India and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.