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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.