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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.