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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.