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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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?
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.