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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Index,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.