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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.