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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.