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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.