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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Mars,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.