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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.