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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.