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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.