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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.