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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.