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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Crime,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.