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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.