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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.