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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Sparks to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.