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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Seeds to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.