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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.