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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.