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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Mars,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.