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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.