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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.