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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.