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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Pole,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.