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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The Associates,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.