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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.