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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.