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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
ABC,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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.