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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
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.