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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Brick,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.