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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.