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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
UT,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.