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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.