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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.