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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Motions to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 snare 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.