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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Monks,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.