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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Deakin,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.