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 Turkey 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.