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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.