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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.