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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.