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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.