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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.