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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.