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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.