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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.