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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.