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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Interpol to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
X-102,
Brick,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.