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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
X-102,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.