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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.