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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.