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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.