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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.