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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
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.