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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.