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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.