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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.