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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.