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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.