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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.