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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.