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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.