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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.