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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.