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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Wings,
The Victims,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.