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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Loose Ends 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.