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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.