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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.