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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.