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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Trojans 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.