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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.