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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Echospace,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.