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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.