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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.