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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.