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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.