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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Moleskins to the crunk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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?
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.