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 Bangladesh 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.