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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.