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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.