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 Mali and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.