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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.