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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.