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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.