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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.