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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Popol Vuh to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.