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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.