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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.