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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.