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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.