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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.