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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Can, Can, Can, 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.