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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.