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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.