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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.