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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
UT,
Index,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.