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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.