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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Television,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Ossler,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.