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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Visage,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.