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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Swans,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Index,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.