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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.