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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.