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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.