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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
The Evens,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Television,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.