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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Selecter to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.