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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Slave,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.