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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Nico,
Can,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Smog,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.