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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.