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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.