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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.