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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
June Days,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.