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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.