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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.