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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.