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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.