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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.