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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Faust,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.