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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.