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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Pole,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Neu!,
X-101,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.