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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Can,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Brick,
10cc,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.