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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.