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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
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Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.