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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.