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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Organ,
New Order,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.