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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Faust,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Q65,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.