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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.