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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Brick,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.