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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Darondo,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.