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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.