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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.