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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.