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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.