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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.